Dominion Into the Void: CIS Dominion of Gate-Adjacent Hex

[Ascendant Resolve]

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Across the galaxy, strange structures have appeared. The Knights Obsidian, ever vigilant in the wake of THE CATACLYSM, convened an emergency council to determine their course of action. Leaders from across the Confederacy have been invited to attend to share their insights, and to plan for what may come.

But the Confederacy would not wonder for long. The structures are now active, creating a network of HYPERGATES that link to the darkest and fowlest realm of existence: THE NETHERWORLD. The source of many chaotic and catastrophic events, the hellish realm is a dangerous plane for any. And now it threatens to leak into realspace.

The Knights Obsidian will not stand idly by while the forces of the Void attempt to destroy the Confederacy once more. With the blessing of the Vicelord, a small team of Knights, bolstered by military, scientists, and a number of other professions, are leading an expedition into the haunted realm in an effort to determine the origin of the hypergates, and to assess the threat to their great nation….

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Safety is paramount to this operation. Without a proper foothold on the other side of the gates, the difficulty in exploring this new realm could increase by orders of magnitude. The Confederates need a safe haven to fall back to. In spite of preparations for this day, the Knights Obsidian are unable to rely upon the safe havens established by the Solanaceae, and must secure a new landing zone. Be careful, traveler. You are entering hostile territory. Do not trust everything you see. You are the first line of defense in what may well become a great and bloody war against the forces of the supernatural. Secure the beachhead, that your brothers and sisters may rest easy, knowing that they are not in immediate danger…

A frontal assault cannot carry an expedition alone. The beachhead is useless without the facilities to capitalize on it. This is a strange new realm, and one that asks a myriad of questions. If you have not the mettle to clear the area, then it falls to you to establish the base of operations. Set up camp, build shelters, and get your equipment online. The more time we waste figuring out what’s going on? The more likely we are caught unprepared when the forces of the void lash out…

As always, there is more to do than can be perfectly encapsulated by the mission parameters. Perhaps you find the need to search for an exploitable resource, or wish to help shore up defenses on the home side of the gate. Or perhaps you wish to study the gate itself. All this is available to you and more. Just watch your back if you venture through...

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[Kyyrk]

Wearing // Armed With​

Voph amidst the trees of what the strike team was assuming to be a small island. He'd not seen the Netherworld like this before. Disconnected and disjointed such as it was. He drew a deep breath, and sighed. So far? So good. He'd volunteered to be in the first wave. Until they knew for sure that this was not the work of Ektheros, he was willing to carry the banner of his once doomed crusade. It was his failing. And his alone. But standing upon the ridge, all was quiet. There was no sign of danger in the immediate vicinity. Operation Beachhead was, for the moment, a success.

Around the gate, the science teams were setting up a forward operating base. Voph, among others, were pushing south-east to establish a perimeter. Voph was joined by at least two others, but more were sure to join. "Homebase, this is Beachhead 2. In spite of the vegetation, there seems to be no signs of life in the immediate area. We will continue sweeping and report back. Our scanners are detecting a clearing ahead. My team will push forward and survey the area." Voph turned to glance at the other members of his fireteam who had stopped in a small clearing to hydrate and rest.

He wondered for a moment how many of them he could trust at this moment. For upon their arrival, he had been greeted by the sight of a large, hooded figure, armored all in black. No one else had seen it. A hallucination, at best. Or the Netherworld playing tricks on him. Of course, was there a difference? Perhaps the thing that had disturbed Voph the most was knowing that the Gate had not triggered a memory as he expected. Was he going mad? Was coming back here a bad idea? Only time would tell...

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[Rann Thress]

B E A C H H E A D​

WEARING:

TAG: Kyyrk

The dead terrified Rann. They were a constant reminder of his darkest moments and the inevitable embraced that awaited every living thing.



Well, almost every living thing.



There were more than a couple exceptions to that rule, that law of nature. Whether they died and returned, or never died at all, they circumvented that supposedly unavoidable end.



And that was wrong. Everything had to die. And once it died? It stayed dead. That was the way it was meant to be. That’s the way it should always be. And that’s the way Rann would make it. So when he was given the opportunity to strike into the Netherworld itself? He couldn’t pass it up. A state sanctioned mission to venture into hell itself. Despite his misgivings and fear at the prospect of dealing with more revenants, shades, ghosts or otherwise undead, Rann was among the first to volunteer.



He knew that the safest hands were his own. He also knew that there were those who would use this opportunity to bring back those who were, are, and should remain dead. And he knew he would stop them.



What’s dead stays dead.



He told himself that like a mantra. He believed it on Naalol, he had to here. Now. But now he had even more of a righteous purpose.



He would destroy the Netherworld. The dead should not be afforded the chance at a life after death. All that should await was the void. And while this prospect terrified Rann, he still fervently believed it the proper course, to his dismay. Were the dead allowed a place that, apparently, was able to be accessed and traveled to, they could ‘escape’ back into the worlds of the living. It was because of this that Rann made the perhaps extreme nuclear decision to try to wipe it off the map.



If even a single soul could return to life because of the Nether, then no soul should be allowed to exist there.



With his goal in mind, Rann joined his former Master Kyyrk in establishing a beachhead for further incursions.Voph was a curious case. He had come here before and had left…changed. Visibly so. Rann wasn’t sure how he fit into the dead/not dead dichotomy, so was unclear with how to treat Voph. Yet from what he did know, Voph shared his goal somewhat of at least containing the threats from the Nether. That was a start.



Voph had led a small fire team ahead as a vanguard, leaving from the forward operating base first with Rann and a cadre of Battle Droids following close behind, with laborers and Confederate engineers following closely behind them. Upon materializing into the Land of the Dead, Rann took a double take. Examining his surroundings, he was quite surprised to note how…not hellish it was. It seemed as if this was a landscape any planet could have. No mountains of skulls, rivers of blood, lava hurricanes or big horned demons afoot. Not yet at least.



With their immediate surroundings secured, Rann set his engineers to work. The Science Nerds would work to make this place a camp. But his Engineers would make it a Fortress. Someplace to fall back to that could hold off against more than a rampaging Drexl. But this was a task he would have to entrust to them and the Logistic team.



“This is Thress. Initial defenses have been placed. Homebase is secured…ish. I’m taking a group of droids into the brush nearby. Hopefully whatever terrors that lurk find metal to be unappetizing.”


Yeah great. I’d be the only snack then. he thought as he ordered his droids to advance, and afterwards he pinged his comms to transmit a private message.



“Voph, Rann. Do me a favor. Keep any signs of….her. To yourself.”



He was sure Voph would know who exactly he meant. The one thing that could turn a heroic mission to save the galaxy into a selfish one of rescue. And damnation for them all. They had a job to do. He had a job to do.

And no one. Alive or dead would get in Ranns way.
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[Gerwald Lechner]

F O O T H O L D​

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Wolfsbane | Ferrum Solus | | Stormafbryder
ALLIES: Kyyrk | Rann Thress | Lunara Azure | Oleander Webb | Open

Gerwald stood at the portal. His eyes looked past the opening into a world he had never expected to set foot on unless it had been with the intention of bringing Naedira back to the world of the living. Today he would walk through because nothing good could come from having an open gate to the land of the dead. He did not know what they would face on the other side, but he also knew he did not have to face it alone.

There were now three which he could call upon at any time to join him, and two of them stood at the opening with him.

“You can feel the ilk just bleeding through,” the words offered for Lunara Azure and Oleander Webb

He reached for the ring. Lunara knew what it was, though Gerwald had yet to bring Oleander into that confidence. This journey was not about Naedira, it was about keeping the Confederacy safe. That did not mean Gerwald would not turn his back on an opportunity to keep a promise which he was not even sure he was still bound to keep. Still, he bound himself to the task, so the matter was decided regardless.

There was nothing more to be said. The Lord Commander gave a nod and walked through the gate. It was instantaneous. The rains of Kamino gave way to something else, a beach, plain, but there was something. Gerwald could not place his finger on what was around them, but he knew they were far from anything normal. This world was real and yet it wasn’t. Suddenly it hit him.

This felt just like the place he went during his dreams.

“I’ve been here before,” he said as the other two joined him. “Be careful. The creatures of this realm are… dangerous.”

It was rare the hunter felt intimidated, even knew what fear was. This was one of those moments. The reality that he was close enough to what Naedira had been experiencing coupled with the sensations from the nightmares he frequently had made him afraid. He knew Oleander would smell the fear on him. It was something any predator could sense. The lupine needed to make the Anzat aware of what he knew sometime soon.

His eyes looked for Lunara’s. He needed to see that they were together on this. Gerwald had not been the only one to lose a loved one. Would they find her husband here? There were questions which would haunt everyone who had lost someone. Other moments were there for those who had taken lives. What would they face in this place? Gerwald did not know.

Kyyrk could already be heard over the comms giving orders. A smirk pulled at Gerwald’s lips as he shook his head. He reached out over the comms.

“That is because the only things that are technically alive are us. I doubt our scanners will help us. The force will prove better than any technology we bring into this realm. Keep me informed on what you find.”

Rann Thress was also here. He could sense the man, the one who had tried to kill him. He turned to Oleander.

“I want to know what that one is up to.”

He motioned for them to move further into the island. Where the others would explore the clearing, Gerwald would push them deeper into the growth. The wolf drew him into the trees.
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[Oleander Webb]

INVENTORY: x | x | x
TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Kyyrk | Lunara Azure | Rann Thress | Open

There was a limit to the number of times Oleander was willing to be called away from his duties. Even more so was he displeased with being roused from a nap, called to the dreary world of constant rain. Yet the annoyance he felt being called here drifted away when he saw the portal, replaced by the mental preparation of it's time for work.

"For the moment," he agreed, head tilting to the side, considering the portal. It was fascinating no doubt. The Anzat was curious as to how it'd shown up, especially without them knowing of it beforehand. Either someone had done a very poor job or a very good one in concealing. That, or this was bigger than one could comprehend.

Hands moved to tighten his bracers, to ensure his armor was ready to go for whatever might await them. Out of his peripheral, he could see Gerwald fiddling with something himself. This wasn't the first time he'd caught the Lord Commander doing so. Just as before, it wasn't his place to question it. They all had their own baggage to deal with. The Force help him if whatever was eating at Gerwald got in his way.

The stillness of the beach bore a stark contrast to the constant pitter-patter of Kamino's rains hitting his cowl. He'd been here once, in a dream. And then again in a far less dream-like state. He met the change in surrounding with the same professional indifference he took to with most, taking a deep inhale once he was through the portal for certain, taking in surroundings. There was power here. A sort that Oleander was uniquely acquainted with. "Sounds like my kind of people," he breathed with a chuckle. With the living in sight equal to those he could count on his fingers, the presence of death was less a stench and more an ever-present chill in the air. Invigorating, flavored also with another sensation.

Fear. It wasn't a new sensation that surprised him, rather who it was coming from. And a hunter sensing fear from another hunter...Instinct was caught between capitalizing on the moment, making the other hunter his prey and also the twinge of concern for what could possibly inspire fear in another hunter.

"I want to know what that one is up to."

Oleander's cool gaze drifted to Rann with a glimmer of interest, locking the other's signature in before his eyes returned to Gerwald, followed by a sharp nod. The Anzat could keep eyes on someone, no problem. But also, he was quite occupied in what this place was. A moment later, he slipped away from Gerwald and Lunara, easily accessible via comm or telepathy. He struggled in knowing others within the Confederacy without another to introduce him. What time like the present to change that?

The silent hunter kept a slight distance from the knight flanked by droids, lest they mistake him for an enemy. "Need another live body?" he called out.

 

[Felix Aquila]

Tags: John Locke ​

Felix had spent time dealing with the gate, it activating into a Hypergate had been something that had been considered, but, the full alert surrounding the quarantine around the gate blared in the ears of the engineers of House Aquila who had been monitoring energy levels in the structure for some time. When a huge swell erupted, activity engaging wirelessly it had been Felix who had sent out one in a series of cascading alerts to its activation. One voice among many in an alarmed chorus which sought to overwhelm the devices of the Kaminoans and members of the CIS military which had oversight over the instillation. The red alert went up sometime later, people scrambled while the combined armed forces that guarded the location moved to secure it.

It took some time to send probes into the area, to discover that these portals seemed to attach to the mysterious nether. Theories that were constructed carefully, lovingly and with all the passion of the brightest minds in the universe crumbled like the empires of old into the dust of their undeserved diplomas. Eventually people would begin to move through, Felix would volunteer for the beach-head, working with other civilian contractors as their security force would begin to build an HQ on the other end of the gate.

House Aquila Strigi would make their beginning assault armed with Harpy Cannons parked on the opposite side of the gate in the dozen while soldiers would enter afterwards. Once there was enough of a presence available that they could feasible hold the point, mobile turbolaser arrays would be the next things to move through the breach to the other side. The military process would take the better part of four hours, prowling, setting up, imposing their footprint on the other end before the materials for housing and structures could be hauled through via transport ships. Medical bays and command and communication centers would be carried through as well as an apex shield generator, the familiar marks of Locke and Key Mechanics upon the side of so many of the materials.

Felix had worked with the provider before, it didn't surprise him that the goods of the Exarch would have found their way here. They were some of the best in the Galaxy, it was the reason he'd always used the developers equipment if he had to supplement his own technology with that of another developer. Though at least many of the weapons here were his, it seemed that Aquila were beginning to slowly get recognized on the galactic stage, or at least be trusted on the grand stage.

Felix was helping to move some of the larger units, spacing things out and beginning to get the command center up and running, ensuring that the Isotope 5 reactors were up and running in order to keep a steady feed of electricity running through the scanners and systems. Attempting to calibrate the systems to the new atmosphere and isolate the energy signatures that were causing interference. The process was a long one... Felix and some of the other members of the science team were standing on a new frontier which threatened to open up possibilities beyond human comprehension.

The excitement coalesced into his eyes becoming that of a brilliant gold as he would throw himself into his work, calculations scrolling through his mind as he would feel the force whirl around himself as he focused. Possessed by meditative trance as he would continue to work, direct others and lead in the new frontier of a bold new world. ​

 

[Lunara Azure]

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Wearing: Tempest Mantle | Tempestus​

Tagging: Gerwald Lechner | Oleander Webb | Rann Thress | OPEN​

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It had been a long time since the Knights Obsidian had deployed for a major mission, had gathered in such numbers. It was the kind of event the galaxy feared, a fell gathering of powers that could twist the very fabric of reality to their will. And they’d need it.

Today the Knights assaulted the very gates of hell.

It was like a story that her mother would tell her late at night as she gathered with all her brothers and sisters, the fire low, lights dim as her mother would lean forward. The dim light lent the scene an almost otherworldly feel, blue eyes catching the light of a fire as Lunara huddled together with her brothers and sisters. Camping was a cheap family get-away, something they could easily afford and enjoy as a family, which had been more important than she’d realised. Her mother had been a masterful storyteller, building stories layer by layer and drawing in her brood.

They were some of the blonde’s favourite memories of childhood. Though she had to wonder what her mother would make of this moment. A story brought to life. Lunara couldn’t help the wry smile that pulled at her lips as she hefted her staff, walking towards the portal. She’d probably drag her back and try to keep her safe, wrap her up in cotton wool.

She’d come a long way from the little girl who would squeal as the monster would arrive in the story. She had monsters of her own now that dwarfed any creature from myth. Blue eyes glanced over at Gerwald, reaching up to press at the ring around her own neck in reply before she stepped through the portal.

It was like stepping into a different world, it was stepping into a different. The water that had been falling around her giving way to something else, the heat like a palpable wall as she lifted a hand to shade her eyes.

“Well, that’s different.”

She knew this was hell, knew that the sould of the departed would gather here, would provide opposition to them, that she might see the shades of those she’d loved. Those she’d failed.

It was like her every nightmare brought to life, her every failure uncovered and cast into the light to be exposed, for everyone to see, for everyone to judge. The of the dead, of her failures was a planet wide, she hadn’t been there when they needed her and her people had paid the price. A sword in the street, a puddle of blood.

The force around them was…strange, like it was fading in and out, there one moment and distant the next. She hadn’t ever felt the force like that, one of the pillars of her existence shifted, pulled away from her.

Blue eyes followed Oleander’s path to Rann before she turned to follow Gerwald into the forest, fingers tightening around her staff.

“I swear Wolf, you always take me to the nicest places.”

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

Tag: Open to interaction
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The Confederacy was beginning their adventures through the gates of unknown origin and Dreidi was adamant to take part in these adventures. She was super curious to see what was going on and how much danger they could potentially be in. Setting up a base camp and doing research on the surrounding areas seemed super interesting and it put Dreidi out of immediate harm which she guessed was for the best since she wasn't the most skilled Jedi around so she could be the weak link in an otherwise strong chain. Something that Dreidi refused to allow herself to be. When she had stepped through the gate, the area seemed super weird and the way this place worked was just very different from the galaxy. She could feel it through the Force, it was different here but she had no clue where they were and what was going on around here.

Holding a big box of supplies in her small arms, she grunted wishing that she could just use the Force to carry everything but she could hear some voice telling her off for using the Force over such minor things. Instead, she guessed this would help her gain some strength and improve her overall fitness which would just make her a better fighter in the end. At least that was what she was telling herself was the reason to carry all the stupid heavy boxes and sorting through everything to ensure that they had the right supplies. It was mindless work but she was hoping that once they set up base camp that then she could learn some information about what this place was. It was odd, she wasn't scare of being somewhere unknown instead there was a part of her reaching out, hoping to connect to someone she just knew couldn't be here because they couldn't be anywhere as far as she understood things.

Tapping away at the datapad, she was crossing things off and making sure everything was sorted in the right place. Taking a breather to regain her breath, she stretched out her arms were slightly sore but nothing serious and she was studying the nature around here. There seemed to be flora that was able to grow around here but she hadn't seen any fauna yet. There were no signs of sentient, semi-sentient or even non-sentient beings around. It was curious, perhaps this gate led them to the wrong place? It didn't feel like the wrong place for some reason but she was certain that there was something that wanted to communicate with them, why have the gates in the first place.

 

[Felix Aquila]

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Tag: John Locke // Dreidi Xeraic

Felix would wipe his brow, streaking oil and grime across his face from working in some of the more annoying parts of the Coms equipment, attempting to get away from the building to ensure that the short wave communications were working properly. Sending in a test message to see if his voice was coming through loud and clear on the coms. Only to hear that the quality seemed spotty, there was still some interference from the natural signals of this place that seemed to be haunting their machines for a lack of a better term. The reply had some static, but it was good enough to begin its use.

There would be an open message to all those on this side of the gate. "Short and medium distance communication has been established within the gate, though its quality is being improved upon... sadly we don't have long distance communication or contact with those back home yet, but we're working on fixing that." Felix's announcement would play on open channels for the communicators that would be tuned into the bases intended frequency, spreading far and wide as an announcement of civilization that would echo to even some of those moving into the breach up ahead.

It had been a hard day's work even getting this far... Felix could begin to feel his mind clouding over, the trance like focus was cracking and with it came a wave of lethergy that he didn't feel like he would be able to shake... It was time for a break. Pulling away from his duties as he would inform his team that he was doing as such and to continue attempting to isolate and find a frequency around what was interfering with their equipment... hopefully it was something that was fixable here.

However, on his journey away from the main building he would spy the visage of Dreidi, recalling them from the Knights Obsidian meeting where he had interjected. Smiling at the sight of a familiar face he would make his way to bridge the gap between the two of them, pouring a second drink into a vessel on his way as he would place it beside them.

"You're beginning to look a little tired, here, grab a drink. Is there anything you need a hand with?" Felix would ask, sitting upon one of the nearby boxes, cradling the hot drink in his own hands, a tea of some kind that one of his underlings had made for him with some of the supplies he had bought on one of his ships that was marooned on the other side of the gate. Sadly, not priority as of yet. Thankfully some of his workers had thought to smuggle some over in the mean time, and it had proven to be Felix's lifeline for the most part.

"I don't think the two of us have been formally introduced yet. My name's Felix, its a pleasure to meet you." He'd hold out a hand to shake, his subtle smile twisting into a pleasant smirk. ​

 

[Verin Oldo]

CIS SPACE
OUTSIDE THE NETHERWORLD
REAL TIME
HIGH MARSHAL VERIN OLDO
TAG: Gerwald Lechner [OPEN]

It was assignments like this that could drive a man to despair. It meant watching and waiting and paradoxically hoping something wouldn't happen whilst wishing for something to happen all the same. The ranking Naval officer in attachment to the KO's operation, Verin had ensured that no amount of resource or effort had been spared. A good portion of the Sector Aramada had been seconded to the field and operations were watched carefully. A large amount of science, research and defence material was invested in the success of this mission, let alone the security and well-being of the countless lives contained therein. From the bridge of the CNS Al'raja, the Victator-class Battlecruiser that served as his temporary command ship, Oldo patiently drummed his fingers across the datapad, dozens of reports coming in from various support ships, Destroyers and fighter escorts, all guarding the forward operation from any threat that might appear. The two giant Lucrehulk-III super carriers formed the main bulk of the support mission, ensuring the ferrying of resources and peoples through the gates was effective. They would also act a main intermediary for communication between the gates.

The First Fleet of the Bassadro Armada was deploying nicely and Verin looked out onto his tac-display, watching them form up.

"All Commanders, this is Oldo. Check in once you're deployed and continue operations for 0400 standard hours. We will update you as soon as we can. This is a KO op so keep your fingers crossed something scary doesn't pop through those gates. Standard readiness. Escorts and sorties to monitor the gate on rotation. Contact word is Kothlis."

He pinged various reports to the Central Command Array on the Vanguard, one of the giant twin Supercarriers next to his Cruiser and settled back in his chair.
He watched and waited and prayed and hoped and sighed. Another day in space.


513th Heavy Attack Line-Talay, Balis-Baurgh, Dantooine

• x1 Victator-class Battlecruiser
• CNS Al’raja
• x2 Grievous-class Star Destroyers
• CNS Exigent
• CNS Carrhae White

• x2 Argente-class Assault Cruisers
  • CNS Last Disciple
  • CNS Shadowrun
• x4 Murkhana-class Escort Frigates
  • CNS Aspis
  • CNS Cannae
  • CNS Utica
  • CNS Capua
• x6 Terrus-class Flak Frigates
  • CNS Pedestal
  • CNS Aevala
  • CNS Sundark
  • CNS Alisandor
  • CNS Dantooine
  • CNS Garang

538th Carrier Line-

• x1 Lucrehulk III-class Supercarrier
  • CNS Vanguard
• x2 Argente-class Assault Cruisers
  • CNS Ambush
  • CNS Triumph
• x4 Murkhana-class Escort Frigates
  • CNS Arun
  • CNS Protectorate
  • CNS Vigilance
  • CNS Empress

539th Carrier Line

• x1 Lucrehulk III-class Supercarrier
  • CNS Defendant
• x2 Argente-class Assault Cruisers
  • CNS Steadfast
  • CNS Intercept
• x4 Murkhana-class Escort Frigates
  • CNS Excellence
  • CNS Brazen
  • CNS Exchange
  • CNS Abrion

Air Superiority Line 578

• x1 Grievous-class Star Destroyer
  • CNS Dauntless
• x2 Raxus-class Assault Carriers
  • CNS Fortress
  • CNS Redoubt
• x4 Terrus-class Flak Corvettes
  • CNS Havoc
  • CNS Gold
  • CNS Escape
  • CNS Battle
• x6 Miraj-class Heavy Assault Dropships
  • CNS Siege
  • CNS Ransom
  • CNS Devil
  • CNS Unyielding

Air Superiority Line 579

• x1 Grievous-class Star Destroyer
  • CNS Viceroy
• x2 Raxus-class Assault Carriers
  • CNS Terror
  • CNS Lessu
• x4 Terrus-class Flak Corvettes
  • CNS Theed
  • CNS Malvern
  • CNS Ra’Katha
  • CNS Hotspur
• x6 Miraj-class Heavy Assault Dropships
  • CNS Commodore
  • CNS Encounter
  • CNS Serendipity
  • CNS Peacemaker

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

F O O T H O L D​

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Wolfsbane | Ferrum Solus | Icebreaker | Stormafbryder
ALLIES: Kyyrk | Rann Thress | Lunara Azure | Oleander Webb | Verin Oldo

Blue eyes watched as the Shadow of Death made his way to Rann Thress . Wherever that man was to be found, trouble always seemed to follow. Gerwald wanted someone in proximity to stop him if need be. There was none better suited to the task than Oleander. If the order to end the man’s life was needed, who better, and the Netherworld was a place where anything could happen to anyone. The cover was perfect.

Lunara spoke, a jest, and yet… Gerwald also got the distinct impression the attempt was to try and lighten the mood of where they found themselves. The lupine managed a small nod as he tried to pull himself out of the sensations which had haunted his dreams. He had to tell her. She needed to know that this was what he had been fighting.

“Those dreams I’ve mentioned, the reason I haven’t been sleeping. This is where I have been going.”

He did not linger on the subject. There was no reason to. Yet, there was cause for concern. A sigh escaped his lungs as the reality of the place settled in his chest. He knew Naedira was out there somewhere. His first successful steps into the Nether, and it was not to keep his promise, but rather to perform his duty. For the briefest of moments Gerwald closed his eyes to do something he had not done in far too long. A small prayer was offered to the old gods of his people. “Let the day when my duty and promise to her cross paths come soon.”

The wolf pressed ahead. There were now three teams heading in three different directions.

<<< “This is the Lord Commander. Taking a team toward the coastline. Let’s keep the comms clear of unnecessary chatter. If you find something, anything, report in. This is the kind of place where secrets will get people killed.” >>>

The first response came from someone on the other side of the gate. Static, maybe a few words, was all Gerwald could make of the message.

“Frak,” he said looking to Lunara. “There is interference through the gate.”

Gerwald tried to return a message, hoping he would have better luck on his end getting through.

“Something is interfering with the signal, I cannot hear you.”

They had no choice but to press ahead. With a base established the perimeter needed to be scouted and cleared of any hostiles, if there were any.

Eyes went back to Lunara.

“Let’s hope we don’t run into some sea monster, hmm?”
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[Tarsus Kiyan]

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Persistence. Intelligence. Rage.​

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Three words, three personalities, three men. The first was the core, the most vulnerable. Very seldom did the inner reveal itself, and when it did it's impact was hindered by the second. That was the literal expression of the brain itself. Unlike persistence, intelligence wasn't a state of mind- it was the mind. Strong, perhaps unparalleled, intelligence was the most basic element of the psyche, however sharp or dull a person might have been. As strong as the man's might have been, like the first it too could be overshadowed- by rage.​

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It seeped through the mind like a serpent spewing violent acidic venom, twisting the mind of the man beyond eccentricity or even basic comprehension. It created monsters, brutes, criminals and psychopaths. It created Cypher Rage.​

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He breathed in deeply. It'd been years- no, nearly a decade since he retired from the fleet. Life was as he always expected it to be. Incredibly hard. Who knew raising children could be so tough? His mother- arguably somewhat more crazy and perhaps cynical than his father, had treated it as nothing more than a brisk walk- toddler, tween, teenager, young adult, adult. Gods was she wrong. ​

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His daughter was every bit the lunatic as he. In fact, by the time she had turned 8 she had ran away to Hypori more than four times. What for was beyond him and her mother- what they did know is she purposefully put them in worry, in some overt attempt to prove her resourcefulness. His sons were both far deadlier, to the point where leaving them in a room together was no longer an option.​

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Juggling family life with politics only caused his life far more trouble than it needed. Being a Viceroy was one thing, but being Governor was another. But it was still far easier than being a parent, and before that, being an Admiral. ​

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"Sir" There was no knock at the door whatsoever. Just the sudden appearance of his personal assistant- a young man whose name he hadn't cared to learn. "There's been a major discovery- Hypergates"​

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"Seriously?" He responded, annoyed. "Very well, keep me informed"​

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[Kyyrk]

Wearing // Armed With​

Voph chuckled to himself as Gerwald observed the lack of life signs for the scanners to lock on to. The grin could be heard in his voice, even if it was just an act. "Did I say I was using scanners?" It was an act, because just like the rest of them, Voph was on edge. Something wasn't right here. But he knew how important morale was. Not everyone had his drive. He stooped down to pick up his helmet and pulled it back over his head, the rest of his team gearing up to set to. Voph glanced at Rann, and nodded. It was all the words that need be shared between them.

Rann had always been a keen one. Seeing directly through Voph's new form, and his alternate identity of Iskellion. He trusted the young darkling more than most did. Especially after he attacked Gerwald. Those had been desperate times. Everyone felt the need to prove themselves. Voph turned to the rest of the group as a second message filtered through from Gerwald. "Understood. My team will check in at fifteen minute intervals. If we fail to report in with the proper code word, assume our team is lost." The code word was a suggestion from Voph. He, personally, didn't care if other people did or didn't use it. Gerwald had been rather particular of late about people thinking for themselves, or taking charge of others. But he knew the dangers of the Void better than most. Obsidian Rune. This was the phrase they were to use to identify themselves as true confederates.

Voph turned and picked up his rifle, holding it low across his gut, but at the ready none the less. "Let's get a move on. This...island thing may be small, but it's not that small." Voph glanced to the side at Oleander as he approached the group, nodding once to signal his consent for the assassin to join their fireteam. Then he turned to Rann. "Thress, walk with me." The others knew his tone of voice. They followed behind, while Voph and Rann moved to the front of the pack. "I don't like this. Not one bit. The entities of the Void would never build a structure like a hypergate. Nothing so structured...So organized. So...man-made." He glanced at the man walking beside him for a moment, before turning to sweep the area. "I suspect we're not alone in here. And when I say that, I do indeed mean the living..."

Gerwald Lechner || Rann Thress || Oleander Webb

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

Tag: Felix Aquila
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As she was tapping away on a datapad, in her own thoughts about the place and why she felt something calming through the Force before looking up and surprised to see someone by her side as she was working. "Uh... Hi?" Dreidi said as she leaned back and see them recommend she take a drink and a break since she looked tired. Part of Dreidi screamed at her to offer some sort of snarky reply about assumptions and the fact that she knew her own body better than a stranger but she held her tongue. It wouldn't do her any good to get snarky or be rude with strangers, especially ones that seemingly want to just make sure that she is staying safe. However, the person was drinking a hot beverage, something that Dreidi avoided since she knew it was better to have something more refreshing and hydrating such as a bottle of icy cold water.

She grabbed her bottle of water, taking a large sip. She listened as the guy introduced himself as Felix, he did seem familiar but she wasn't sure where she could have recognised him from. "I'm Dreidi, Dreidi Xeraic... How did you get tea here?" Dreidi had remembered that plenty that was priority on the list of supplies that they were bringing over through the gate, tea was not on the list at least not one that she had seen. It didn't bother her too much but she was just annoyed since she would have tried smuggling her guitar and songbooks over if she knew there was a possibility of that happening.

Before she could shake his hand, she realised where he was familiar from. It was the meeting before this expedition had occurred. She was annoyed at herself for not realising this sooner so she just shook his hand and offered a small smile. "Pleasure to meet you Felix." Curious to see what he was doing around here.​

 

[Patience]

BEACHHEAD
OBLIVION
LOADOUT // The Force | Superior Intellect
ANOMALIES DETECTED // Kyyrk | Gerwald Lechner | Oleander Webb | Lunara Azure | Rann Thress

LINE WITHOUT A HOOK​

Something was off.

The spirit known as Halvar tiled their head, scanning for the disturbance, probing in its direction. They wandered through the trees, a shimmering mass of obsidian and cerulean that blended with the shadows under the canopy of leaves that only allowed for some light to reach the beach floor.

Halvar could not escape the deep seated sensation that something was wrong. A perfect process interrupted, an error within a flawless design. But, that couldn’t be? They’d just created a new servant of the Droid God. This feeling of what mortals - bugs - referred to as anxiety should not be present following a satisfactory conversion. It was illogical at best.

They raced through the foliage, darting between trees and shaking leaves as they moved by, drawn towards the scene of the accident. Luckily, it wasn’t an extremely far distance. If that were the case, they would have merely snapped themselves into the optimal and tactical position in relation to the breached portal. Their face scrunched as they watched the anomalies enter into the Mists Beyond, glancing about with suspicion. No, caution was a more apt word.

Remaining within the tree cover, Halvar watched as the group fiddled vainly with sensor devices and took stock of their surroundings. They seemed to naturally shift into small groups. A survival tactic? A natural instinct for the errors? They couldn’t tell. What was apparent was that some of them didn’t get along. The hairy ones seemed to dislike each other. The large one encased in shining armor appeared to be one of their leaders as did the hair one with the long locks. That one had experienced loss. The others of the party were particularly intriguing. The one with the short hair reeked of death, clung to it, and perhaps doled it out as well? Either way, he would be one to investigate further. The final member, a woman with light hair. Also a loss, a partner, perhaps. A deeper bond, certainly.

The Valkyrja listened as they drew closer, eavesdropping on half hearted expressions of merriment. They noted that the one with the long hair was denoted as Wolf by the young woman, at least they had one name. Though, truthfully, they had no need for secular denotations of the trespassers. They should not be here. It would be Halvar’s duty to discover why they were in order to protect Oblivion from their defective influence.

The groups split off and Halvar shifted through the tree line, following the one in the camouflaging armor ( Kyyrk ) and their detail of errors. The one that made the mistake of believing the denizens of Oblivion to be lesser beings. Specifically, the Smiðr of the Valkyrja were exceptional builders. Just as many other inhabitants were. The revelation was not shocking but the ignorance was exactly what they sought to protect against. That same arrogant facade of knowing that which could and could not be in keeping with their limited scope of understanding.

Halvar followed silently, thankful that they were at least heading away from the portal. The further they moved, the harder escape would become.
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[Rann Thress]

B E A C H H E A D​

WEARING:

TAG: Kyyrk Oleander Webb Gerwald Lechner Lunara Azure Patience

So far so good.



There wasn’t any difference between their surroundings now and some fringe frontier world that needed inclusion in the CIS, Rann thought to himself. Trees and foliage, wildlife and hostile forces. It was just another day in the life. The fact that it was literally Hell should make no difference to Rann, or anyone. But it did, and he was still afraid. Yet determination gripped him, and he was filled with righteous purpose as he advanced forwards towards @Voph’s position. All was going well, methodical and precise until a voice came from his rear.



”Need another live body?” said the mysterious figure, causing Rann to jump and snap turn dropping low into an attack stance with his hands hovering over his sabers ready to engage until he calmed down and recognized the voice as, at least on paper, friendly.



“Sure,” he responded, standing straight back up. His droids had halted around him, looking around at eachother confusedly as Rann turned back around and continued his advance,



“That way if there’s a terrible beastie I don’t have to outrun it.” He turned back around at his shadow, Oleander, forcing a smile. “I just have to outrun you.”

He played it off as a joke, but there was some truth there. Not that he’d abandon someone unless absolutely necessary for victory, but another tasty meat bag like himself would help divert attention. Oleander’s company would be welcomed, although Rann was concerned he didn’t sense the life form approaching. Fear and anxiety were working well to cloud his mind and dampen his connections to the Living Force. His surroundings, he suspected, didn’t help either.



“I’m not sure we’ve ever met, by the way. Correct me if I’m wrong. I’m Rann. Pleasure.” He said as they continued their progress, approaching Voph’s position. As his team came into view, Rann approached and bowed his head respectfully to the once Lord Commander. One worthy of his respect as a leader. And although Gerwald had garnered Rann’s respect as a combatant, Rann still had doubts as to his…commitments. And this wasn’t the scenario in which to perform a field exercise.



He would wear his worry on his face with a furrowed brow as he spoke with Voph.



“Don’t say that.” He said with an exasperated look at the prospect of this being man made. The idea that living creatures could accomplish or even help accomplish these gates was worrying. “I would like to believe the devil himself created our current predicament. And not some thing that is or was alive.”



He exhaled through his nose hard as they continued their advance.



“It’s safe to assume if these gates appeared here, they appeared elsewhere. I imagine the other Nations of the galaxy are meddling around in here as well. No doubt trying to unmake nature by returning their dead to life.” He shook his head. “We need to stop them. Stop everyone who would use this ‘opportunity’” he raised his hands into air quotes, “for anything other than… well. Nothing. I share your concerns. This isn’t a blessing. This is a curse. And we need to be ready for anything.”



Rann pondered, for a moment, their predicament and Vophs concern that they may not be alone.

“Were I King…not but KO would be allowed. From anywhere. No Alliance, Jedi, Imperial. Not even Confederate. Were I king, we’d eradicate whatever we found here. Living or dead. Starting with whatever or whoever created these infernal gates.”



He looked at Voph, rage in his eyes. This was an affront to him personally. The Dead Must remain that way. Death must be constant.



D A N G E R



Rann blinked several times and looked around at their surroundings before settling his eyes on Voph, panic rising within them.



“This isn’t right. I have a bad feeling. I mean a really bad feeling.” It hit him like a ton of bricks. His fear and anxiety worked to cloud his mind to some threats, and opened them to others. Panic rose in his chest.



“I think you’re right.” He looked at Voph, fear in his eyes,



“We aren’t alone.”

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[Verin Oldo]

CIS SPACE
OUTSIDE THE NETHERWORLD
REAL TIME
HIGH MARSHAL VERIN OLDO
Gerwald Lechner

The comms traffic was mixed. The usual chatter of information between the Fleet and the various craft making excursions towards these new gates. Oldo only heard what was important, what had made its way up the chain of command to his ears. A burst came through from Fleet Marshal Konn.

"Sir, we are getting scattered comms from inside the gate. We're boosting the signal now but the frequencies are disrupted. We are triangulating now but we're losing most of the data."

Oldo mused. It wasn't safe to operate without a direct line to the CIS-side.

"Thank you, Marshal. Keep at it. Have the Fleet increase readiness-alert level Two. See if we can't get something closer to that gate and boost the signal."

He punched in the key cods for the Lord Commander and spoke succinctly.

"Lord Commander, this is Oldo. We are losing communications fidelity. We are unable to receive your transmissions without interference. Be advised."

He turned to this adjutant.

"Have that broadcast on a cycle until we get a clear 'affirmative' from their side."

He looked at the display and sighed.

Another crisis.



513th Heavy Attack Line-Talay, Balis-Baurgh, Dantooine-11.9k

• x1 Victator-class Battlecruiser
• CNS Al’raja
• x2 Grievous-class Star Destroyers
• CNS Exigent
• CNS Carrhae White

• x2 Argente-class Assault Cruisers
  • CNS Last Disciple
  • CNS Shadowrun
• x4 Murkhana-class Escort Frigates
  • CNS Aspis
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  • CNS Utica
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• x6 Terrus-class Flak Frigates
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  • CNS Aevala
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  • CNS Alisandor
  • CNS Dantooine
  • CNS Garang

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• x1 Lucrehulk III-class Supercarrier
  • CNS Vanguard
• x2 Argente-class Assault Cruisers
  • CNS Ambush
  • CNS Triumph
• x4 Murkhana-class Escort Frigates
  • CNS Arun
  • CNS Protectorate
  • CNS Vigilance
  • CNS Empress

539th Carrier Line

• x1 Lucrehulk III-class Supercarrier
  • CNS Defendant
• x2 Argente-class Assault Cruisers
  • CNS Steadfast
  • CNS Intercept
• x4 Murkhana-class Escort Frigates
  • CNS Excellence
  • CNS Brazen
  • CNS Exchange
  • CNS Abrion

Air Superiority Line 578

• x1 Grievous-class Star Destroyer
  • CNS Dauntless
• x2 Raxus-class Assault Carriers
  • CNS Fortress
  • CNS Redoubt
• x4 Terrus-class Flak Corvettes
  • CNS Havoc
  • CNS Gold
  • CNS Escape
  • CNS Battle
• x6 Miraj-class Heavy Assault Dropships
  • CNS Siege
  • CNS Ransom
  • CNS Devil
  • CNS Unyielding

Air Superiority Line 579

• x1 Grievous-class Star Destroyer
  • CNS Viceroy
• x2 Raxus-class Assault Carriers
  • CNS Terror
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• x4 Terrus-class Flak Corvettes
  • CNS Theed
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  • CNS Ra’Katha
  • CNS Hotspur
• x6 Miraj-class Heavy Assault Dropships
  • CNS Commodore
  • CNS Encounter
  • CNS Serendipity
  • CNS Peacemaker

 

[Oleander Webb]

INVENTORY: x | x | x
TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Kyyrk | Lunara Azure | Rann Thress | Patience

His approach slowed when he saw the other ready himself for combat, a hand drifting toward the vibroknife at his side. This one was an ally, at least until deemed otherwise, it wouldn't do well to damage him permanently. When Rann's posture relaxed, his pace resumed, grey eyes sliding between the Knight and the droids that flanked him.

“That way if there’s a terrible beastie I don’t have to outrun it, I just have to outrun you.” Oleander rose a brow at that, the hunt of a good-natured smile pulling at the edge of his mouth.

"You may certainly try." He wasn't the fastest, certainly, so outrunning was entirely possible. That being said, he didn't exactly intend on needing to run from a beast. "We haven't, no. Call me Oleander. Likewise." He'd probably seen the face here and there, at more official events.

While Rann bowed out of respect, Oleander's chin lifted as a sort of reverse nod in greeting. Oleander wasn't one to hold respect for...anyone, really. There was only employer, prey, and associates.

As they walked, Oleander kept a respectable distance from Rann and Voph. He was in earshot, he could add his own quips and notations as they spoke with each other, but unless he was pulled into the conversation itself he had no reason to do so. He did, however, pause for a moment as they mentioned the sensation of not being alone. Something blipped on his senses, just for a moment, undefined. With his pause, he looked out in the general direction that sensation came from, as if willing it to reveal itself if only by staring at it hard enough.

A hand drifted near his lightsaber, not quite reaching the hilt for he was not certain it would be necessary. Nevertheless, half a moments' notice and he'd be more than ready.

 

[Felix Aquila]

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Tag: John Locke // Dreidi Xeraic

Felix would look almost embarrassed at the realization that she seemed to already have a drink at hand, shrugging as he would place the unneeded spare upon e nearby crate as it would move on by him. Taking another loving sip of his own, feeling life itself resonate with the veritable ambrosia. He'd look around her station, tasks and the things it seemed that she was moving. Some of them were from his company, which made him proud. It was good that it seemed he was getting a little more renown. But the vast majority of them all were locke and key. He'd chuckle a little at the question.

"Well, when they said to only bring essentials..." He paused, allowing the insinuation to carry itself before answering properly. "I have some people on the other side who know me well enough to slip some in along with the communications equipment they knew I'd be working with. I guess it was their way of telling me to take a break." His smile would drop to that of a subtle introverted smirk moving his attention to why she, a Jedi was sent to this side of the gate. Felix was here moving a mountain of tech for exploration, and many of the people who were more geared towards combat had long since made their way deeper into the island.

"What do they have you doing here? On guard detail? Truth is I'm worried about this place. It feels alien, like we aren't meant to be here." His voice a tad more solemn, thinking about their purpose here. leading exploration and colonization efforts into a brave new world with no idea of what may lay on the other side. "What made you want to cross over to this side?" He would inquire, head tilting slightly to one side as the young lord would take a seat on one of the nearby crates that had been left there. Mind a wander as he would wait intently for her answer. Cupping his vessel with two hands as he would gingerly sip on its now cooled contents, humming happily at the fruity tones.





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[Dreidi Xeraic]

Tag: Felix Aquila
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It seemed to catch him off guard that she would have brought her own beverage but Dreidi didn't mind too much, enjoying the fact that she caught him off a little was all the young teenager needed to feel immensely confident in her abilities. Perhaps it was too confident but that was for someone else to decide, for now, she was feeling pretty pleased with herself. When he just chuckled at her question and gave some vague answer about smuggling the tea through, there was a distained look on her face. She wasn't one to super care about the rules but still, to break them over tea seemed a bit bonkers in her mind. Like, she has tried tea before, much preferring caf since that would help her wake up on stupid o'clock mornings. Tea?! Why smuggle tea if you are gunna smuggle anything! Dreidi just couldn't understand it.

"Really? Out of everything, everything from our galaxy, you decide to smuggle tea? Like would you really suffer that much without tea?" Dreidi asked, she was curious why people obsessed over the beverage so much. It didn't really bother in the grand scheme of minor things that truly upset Dreidi, but it was something of interest. She could tell that he was curious why she was here, she was a Jedi after all and the Force Users had gone on ahead to check out the local area for dangers. The truth was that she wasn't best suited for a mission like that yet, still young, still learning a lot of the basics. While it had been 2 years with CIS, she hadn't really progressed to potentially life threatening mission status yet. Maybe soon since she had her own Lightsaber now! But this was something she didn't want to have to admit to or explain for now.

"I um.... Not guard duty, just help secure the base of operations and help out sorting the equipment." Dreidi confessed, trying to avoid sounding like she was unskilled or ill-fitted, "Yeah... Feels different like the Force is different here than it is back home. Like we travelled to a new dimension or plane of existence. Could be Nether, I read up on it couple of years ago because I had heard about Force Ghosts but I don't know if this is how the Nether is meant to look like...." She had done the research after her father passing, hoping that he would return as a ghost and continue guiding and teaching her but he never did and reading on the Nether, she figured he could be around if he was around in the Nether but she didn't know how to contact dead people... ​